Journeva
A water carrier lived in an old village. She had two big clay pots. She carried them on a wooden pole across her shoulders. One pot was perfect. The other pot had a thin crack. Every day, a little water dripped out. At home, the cracked pot was only half full.
The perfect pot was proud of its work. The cracked pot was sad. After two years, it spoke to the water carrier: "I am sorry. I lose water every day. You work so hard, and I give you only half."
The water carrier smiled. "Today, on the way home, look at the path," she said. "Look only at your side."
The cracked pot looked. On its side of the path, there were flowers — red, yellow, and blue. On the other side, there was only dry earth.
"I have always known about your crack," said the water carrier. "So I planted flower seeds on your side of the path. Every day, you watered them for me. For two years, these flowers have made the whole village smile. What you call a problem was quietly making something beautiful."
